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Sunday, May 24, 2009 at 7:38 AM
I feel bad. Really. Because I can't differ people... I don't know. I'm starting to go insane again, back to those dark days, for those who are interested to know why I have that circular scar on my right wrist, I shall tell you, it was the cause of my parents... Yeah... All thanks to them for never believing me. And why I'm so afraid to be alone and the reason why I lost my own self esteem with it. Thanks to them for never believing me what I told them about my tutor... Who always called me stupid and mean things, the same person who said I cheated in homework... Which I did not... And today I was racking my brains, screaming at myself. "He's the total opposite of your parents! How can you doubt?! How can you doubt your friends?!" and stupidly, my brain replied "Not your fault, which human won't start doubting when they go through the same scenario of always getting dumped?" and I scream back "you were never abandoned by him and your friends" and it ended off "even so..." ... I'm so tired... I really am. I've never been hugged from young... I look at those lucky kids, my sister... Parents hugging them. Always. Before they go to school, before they went to bed. Bobbi thinks I need hugs to calm me down before I sleep... She thinks it's the cure for me to sleep well... I don't know about that... Every retaliation move would bring you closer. Am I suppose to be happy or sad? Because I never wanted you... No... I would always support your decisions you make... I should be sentence to eternal darkness if I were to ever hurt you. Because you are the brightest light I've seen so far... I am really an idiot. I really am... Because I know... If I ever push and hit you... I'll go running off in tears after that... I'm starting to feel like... Crying to sleep again...

"All I want... Would be..."

To You I'd Be Always Faithful.♥ 7:38 AM.


Sunday, May 24, 2009 at 7:38 AM
I feel bad. Really. Because I can't differ people... I don't know. I'm starting to go insane again, back to those dark days, for those who are interested to know why I have that circular scar on my right wrist, I shall tell you, it was the cause of my parents... Yeah... All thanks to them for never believing me. And why I'm so afraid to be alone and the reason why I lost my own self esteem with it. Thanks to them for never believing me what I told them about my tutor... Who always called me stupid and mean things, the same person who said I cheated in homework... Which I did not... And today I was racking my brains, screaming at myself. "He's the total opposite of your parents! How can you doubt?! How can you doubt your friends?!" and stupidly, my brain replied "Not your fault, which human won't start doubting when they go through the same scenario of always getting dumped?" and I scream back "you were never abandoned by him and your friends" and it ended off "even so..." ... I'm so tired... I really am. I've never been hugged from young... I look at those lucky kids, my sister... Parents hugging them. Always. Before they go to school, before they went to bed. Bobbi thinks I need hugs to calm me down before I sleep... She thinks it's the cure for me to sleep well... I don't know about that... Every retaliation move would bring you closer. Am I suppose to be happy or sad? Because I never wanted you... No... I would always support your decisions you make... I should be sentence to eternal darkness if I were to ever hurt you. Because you are the brightest light I've seen so far... I am really an idiot. I really am... Because I know... If I ever push and hit you... I'll go running off in tears after that... I'm starting to feel like... Crying to sleep again...

"All I want... Would be..."

I Don't Want Just Anyone's Hug.♥ 7:38 AM.


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Rainie
Love's Raphael Michael Kea.

OLD ENOUGH
Contemplating College
Badminton School Team



Momotone
The Scriptwriter.

OLD ENOUGH
College
Drama

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